Havoc by Word

Sometimes, if not often times, it is good to think about what’s going on in society and even say something about it. Every expression from every thought matters by depth or surface.

There is a lot of talk about hate lately, but there is never any good talk about it because its very discussion raises fear and discomfort if left unchecked. Talk has it looking like hate is being manufactured as fast as it is spewed-out.

What is not talked about as much is what hate does to a person. It imprisons one in some way or another, however quickly or gradual. It either mentally imprisons or imprisons one behind a structure and one is no better than the other. The idea of hate cannot ever be prettied-up no matter who wears it. While original perpetrators might escape the pathways of destruction they create, however inadvertently, their influence may very well take their offspring to imprisonment or death and either is a killer of joy.

Further talk cites that some people are controlled by hate and it’s a strange and unpleasant thing to witness. After all this time, no one has expressed why they hate, bringing understandable sense and reason for it. If haters understand their hate, it would be interesting to see them record it in long prose, explaining it and the good feeling it brings them.

Other conversations about hate and what it is doing to society are quite pointed. The conversations remind of the fact that loving care is, at some point and time, certain to be needed. It has been proven in nursing homes, retirement centers, and hospitals and by the hearts of neighbors and others during disasters and these elements is only a chip off the iceberg. The potential for anyone to someday need caring and compassion is great, great, great and should be a proactive thought.

Hate is a waste of good years that can never be reclaimed. Where the shoe fits, smile and stop the madness and take time to smell the roses.